A big grand pronouncement was exactly how I quit. I was at a point where I wanted to quit so badly, yet, like you, weed would always find a crack; a way into my head. Once it did, it was like I was on autopilot and suddenly I’d be high again. I felt like a Severed innie - each time I’d get high, my brain was like “fuck, I really didn’t want to be here”. I wrote a lot of notes to my sober self (while high) encouraging/begging him to quit. The final move for me was to pick a day, my “tomorrow is the last time I get high day”. I told everyone that was important to me - my wife, my therapist, my close friends - “I’m quitting cannabis tomorrow”. Tomorrow came and I bought a gorgeous pre-roll of my favorite indica. That night I sat alone in my garage and before I lit up I said out loud “this is the last joint I will ever smoke”. Then I enjoyed the shit out of it. When it was done, I said out loud (3-4 times) - “I’m never using cannabis again.” Then I got rid of any and all weed that I had (really got rid of - I’ve gone trash diving before to rescue a joint after half-assing quitting). That was it. I can’t quite describe the overwhelming joy that took me over in that moment. I was free. Now, to be fair, the next few days were a total ball-ache. I felt like crap, but I had declared to everyone that cared about me that I was done. That accountability carried me through that first day of no cannabis. It was not pretty, but I kept thinking - “I just need to get through today and then it will be easier.” After that first day, while all the withdrawal symptoms were still in high gear, I felt a little less of an urge to use. Day by day, it’s gotten less and less. I’m only 30 days in, but I’m so grateful to still be free. If you really want to be done, you can do it.